A Piece of Cheese

There over there Far across the room A little farther There is sits all in one place A mouse has nibbled it The color has been drained A Piece of cheese sits there It must be old For if it were fresh There would be no spots Who am I to take away the mouse’s meal I think I’ll leave I’ll let it stay

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